Sitting in a room.

It’s dark.

The outside is bright; the sun is out.

Light on the green grass through the window.

Why here writing?  Why here in darkness?

Only dark compared to outside.

I write to make seen what is inside.

Outside may stream of light but inside is where I live

Inside!

Inside my head and heart.

Inside.

Inside my thoughts and feelings.

Inside!

Inside my spirit filled by His Spirit.

Sometimes the outside is easier.

Sometimes the inside carries pain.

Sometimes …

 

I sit in a room; it is dark

I fling open the curtains and drapes

Light floods in

I see more clearly and inspirationally

This is my perfect day

A day of darkness and light

A day of shadow and sun

A day of thankfulness and learning

 

I sit in a room to write

It is not so dark now!